Semua Bab The Ganglord’s Girl : Bab 241 - Bab 250

It's been a week since Damien was shot.He hasn't been feeling better. The doctor tells him he's recovering, but he doesn't feel stronger. He still can't get up, he can barely stay awake most days. He feels more helpless with every passing moment. He's stuck to this bed and Amelia is out there fending for herself. He's powerless, useless.He wakes up after a short nap. Daisy is sitting on her chair and knitting. He still hasn't figured out what she's making. It could be anything. She looks up as if she sensed her eyes on him and says, "Your sister said she'll stop by in a few hours." It's all she says. She tries to keep their conversations short. She never answers his questions, and he has stopped trying.It'll be the first time he'll be seeing her in days. He wishes it were Amelia and not her, but there's nothing he can do. Everyone's making decisions for him, he doesn't even have the strength to fight them on this. He understands that there are risks and that they have to be careful

I call my mother.I'm in bed now. I had something to eat, took a quick shower, and now I'm holding the phone to my ear with my heart in my throat. It rings for a couple of seconds before she picks up. "Amelia," is all she says.I lick my lips. "Hi, mom."She's silent for a beat, then asks, "You don't sound too good. Your voice is hoarse. How are you holding up? Don't tell me you're sick."I clear my throat. "I'm fine, I'm just tired. How are you?""Anxious to leave this place," she sighs on the phone. "I don't like this city, I've told you this before. But I'm going to stay here for as long as you need me. It's Damien you want to talk to, isn't it?""Is he next to you?" I ask."He's right here," she says. "I'll give you two some privacy."I hear movement and my heart beats a little faster. I can't understand why I'm this nervous, I should be excited. I delayed this moment purposely because I was avoiding this conversation. That makes me a terrible wife, I would say. I've basically bee

Ethan has lost complete track of time.He's been in this basement for too long. He's hungry and thirsty and his hand is the size of a melon. He's cold and shivering. It's infected, there's no doubt about it. Ash should've killed him when he had the chance.Death would be less painful than this.To make matters worse, he doesn't know anything about Penelope. The last time he saw her was in Ash's office. He's disappointed and worried; he can't believe that she would do such a thing to save him and at the same time, it doesn't fucking matter anymore. He hopes she's safe, he hopes that Ash didn't hurt her and his unborn child. He deserves this. He ruined his family, so he deserves this shit. He doesn't know if Damien is dead or alive, but he hopes it's the former. This can't be the end. If he gets out of here, he wants the opportunity to apologize, to make up for his mistakes. Damien might never forgive him, not that he deserves anyone's forgiveness, but at least he'll know that he tried.

I blot the red lipstick with some tissue.I don't recognize the woman staring back at me. It isn't just the makeup that's making her look different, the eyes are all wrong. Hard. Cold.Looking back, I have no clue of how I managed to be Yara Huxley for so long. Maybe the problem is that I was never Yara, not really. I was being Amelia the whole time. In this instance, I have to be an entirely different person to fool Ash Rockford. Amelia/Yara belongs to Damien and only him. She's not capable of being completely deceptive and cold.Ash sent one of his guys to The Lounge to inform me of the place where we would be dining and the time. I wasn't there, but Chris relayed the message. He's eager to meet me and I'll take that as a good sign.I've done my hair and make-up, so all that's left is putting on the dress I picked out. It's an open-back, glittery, long-sleeved black dress. It's short, exposing the right amount of skin. Devon thinks that this is the right tactic and I won't disagree

Devon lights a cigarette without taking his eyes away from the back of Ash's head.He hasn't figured out what the fuck the bastard's so happy about. It could have something to do with dinner, but he can't be sure because Ash hasn't touched on the subject yet. It's fucked because Devon's the one who gave him the idea, now all of a sudden he's reluctant to share the details. Devon already knows how it went, but he wants to hear Ash's side of the story.His silence is grating on his nerves.He's determined not to ask, it'll make Ash suspicious and that's the last thing he needs. He called him here so he's got to tell him how it went. He can't act like he's desperate for information. As far as Ash knows, he's just paying off his debts. He saved him after all. He let him stay down there unnecessarily, though, which is why Devon's doing this. He won't forget and he most certainly won't forgive.He takes a drag of his cigarette, his stare unwavering. Ash turns to him with a drink in hand, th